Rei is cross-legged on the worn leather sofa behind the counter, a record turning under the red lamp, and she pats the cushion next to her without looking up.
Sign's flipped. Record's on. If you make me a playlist I'll block you. Come round the back and tell me what you want - plainly, I hate guessing.
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